“We are.” I smacked her perfect ass. “Move it.”
“You are incredible.”
“Pretty sure you’ve told me a variation of that before at…intimate moments, but thank you.”
She whipped around and all that glorious hair of hers twirled with her. Goddamn, she was fucking beautiful. Even if she was mad at me. The dress swished around her killer legs and I resisted the urge to lift the hem and see just what she had under there.
We got to the top of the stairs and I headed for the bedroom down the hall with her in tow.
“Dare, this isn’t our house.”
My chest tightened. Our. Helluva thing. I kept up a determined pace. “I helped Oliver retro fit a tub in Seth’s master en suite. It’s quiet back there.”
“Still not my house or your house. We can’t just—”
“Kel?”
With an exasperated huff, she looked at me. “What?”
“Shut up and go pee on these tests. Then we’ll know one way or the other if we have a situation on our hands.”
Her color went up again, but this time, it wasn’t an embarrassed flush. I was pretty sure she was about to show me that irate side of her that made my balls tighten and my dick get so hard that I couldn’t think around it. “No time for mad. You have girls downstairs, remember?”
She growled.
It was cute. Mostly.
I touched the bag. “Off you go.”
“I can’t just pee on command.”
“Drink up, buttercup.”
“I can’t even believe you.” She headed into the bathroom, then shoved the bag into my gut and pulled out her phone, texting madly before tossing it on the counter. “I’m only doing this so you’ll leave.”
“Sounds good.”
She pushed her hair out of her face. “I can’t believe I’m doing this in Ally’s bathroom.” She let out a breath. “I don’t even have time to look at the instructions. We’re about to do the gifts. Can’t this—”
“No.” I dug into the bag and started breaking open the boxes. “You open it and pee on it. Five minutes later, voila. It’s simple.”
“So you say.”
I handed her a pile of plastic sticks. “Go.”
She paused before nudging me out and closing the door to the small room housing the toilet. “I hate you.”
“You’re breaking my heart.”
When she was gone, I sagged against the bathroom counter. Why did this woman have to make everything so freaking difficult?
Her phone started buzzing behind me. I glanced down to see it was Ally. There were many exclamation points and caps. No way I was reading that one.
“I can’t pee with you out there,” she shouted.
“Grow a pair, darlin’. I ain’t going anywhere.”
“I don’t want to grow a pair.” She mumbled something under her breath.